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“I know what you want,” I say to my dominant. with a flirty grin. He raises a brow, encouraging me to continue.
“You want me getting out of the pool, wearing your favorite micro-kini, the periwinkle color, and to run around in my American flag towel. You don’t want me to splash you, but I gotta do something to get you to chase me, catch me while I'm wet!”
I grin before continuing: “Then you want me to run to your pickup and scream when you catch me. You will press me hard against the car. I’ll open my towel for you, and you’ll press that beautiful brown body onto mine. Our skin touching will forever be the best feeling in the world. You’ll open the hatch and we’ll slide into the bed and just fuck as the sun sets over us.”
I look up at him, my heart beating a little fast, thinking about how rough raw fucking in the truck bed could be. His expression? A grimace, he shakes his head ever so slightly, not discouragingly. He looks at me like I need to try much, much harder to win this guessing game. “I don't think so, sweet baby,” he says. “Guess again.”
I sit up a little, think through his favorite activities. My lips part and smile as I say, “I dress up for you, curl my hair, put on full lashes and scarlet lips. You come home to a glass of Bourbon sitting on my ass as I kneel on all fours completely naked waiting for you. Maybe I’m dripping wet cause I’ve been masturbating all day. Maybe I am patiently waiting, sworn to chastity for the week. Either way, when you grab your drink, you will thank me with a firm hand to my ass. I’ll sit up, wait for a command, and your voice—so sooth, so calming—will say, ‘Take my shoes, sweet baby.’” I give my best impression of his deep sultry voice, and doing so gets me a little eye smile from him. “When your shoes are off and to the side, you’ll pull my hair to raise my face to you, then give me a wet Bourbon-tainted kiss before you carry me into the bedroom. You’ll choose your favorite toys: the paddle, that heavy flogger you won at the event we met at, the glass butt plug, that rope that leaves marks but is soft as puppies, and The Rose, of course, you love to run that vibe across my body.”
I’m practically drooling thinking about all the toys we play with. He’s staring at me, very amused as he takes a drink.
“You watch my face react to every second of every single thing you do to me, before you set me into a long stretch suspension and give me a hot fuck.” My pupils are dilated, and my nipples are clearly hard through my shirt. “I think that's what you want.”
He laughs at me! “Do you want another try? One more?”
I think for a second, my nose scrunches up, “I think I know ...” I start. “You invite some friends, the usual suspects. You set them up with drinks and comfortable chairs, and restate the house rules: no touching without permission. They are ready and excited when I enter, wearing only that robe you like, a little lace, a little satin. You kiss me so deep and full of passion, I'm instantly dripping wet. Then to my surprise you bring out my playboy and sit back to watch him fuck me. But he's young and sloppy. So after I orgasm and he looks exhausted, you step in and show everyone how it’s done.”
“No, I've actually never thought of that one.” He looks at me with lustful eyes. “I love watching you fuck though.”
“But you wouldn't want to fuck me in front of your friends and show them everything you already tell them?” I look up at him, he loves how innocent I can appear with my wide almond shaped eyes. He grabs me and pulls me into his arms.
“You are mine,” he tells me in a stern voice. “They could only hope to see the things I do to you.” If I could cum from just an energy exchange it would be that moment: feeling his arms tighten around me.
“And three strikes puts you out,” he smirks.
“Then what do you want to do to me?” I ask, my voice quivering with anticipation.
“Oh sweet baby, I just want you, no chase, no toys, no audience. I want you.”
He kisses my forehead and I just melt into him. “I'm all yours.”